ISSUE 23; Visits: #86,87,88,89,90,91,92,93,94
Our hearts overflow with praise to our God for His manifest, manifold, and magnificent blessings on our team as we push the battle for souls on the Indian reservations. We rejoice as we see the increase in our outreach and wonderful growth of the team, not only in numbers, but in prayers, participation, and support. Let the cry of our souls be for this unreached mission field “right in our own back yard”. Join us in this prayer:
Lord, I would ask for a Holy year spent in Thy perfect will,
Help me to walk in Thy very steps, help me to please Thee still.
Lord, I would ask for a year of faith, give me Thy faith divine;
Taking my full inheritance, making Thy fullness mine.
Lord, I would ask for a year of love, oh, let me love Thee best!
Give me the love that faileth not under the hardest test.
Lord, I would ask for a busy year, filled with service true;
Doing with all Thy spirit might, all that I find to do.
Lord, I would ask for a year of prayer, teach me to walk with Thee.
Breathe in my heart Thy spirit’s breath, pray Thou Thy prayers in me.
Lord I would ask for a year of joy, Thy peace, Thy joy divine,
Springing undimmed through all the days, whether in shade or shine.
Lord, I would ask for a year of hope and hastening that “year of years”
That brings us Christ and home, looking for Thee to appear.
THE FAITH OF A CHILD
A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully three times. Even the total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way six blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big, red Indian chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! “And what do you want?” the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. “I’m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages.” “Well, I want to talk to you about MY brother”, Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. “He’s really, really sick and I want to buy a miracle.” “I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist. “His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So, how much does a miracle cost?” “We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. I’m sorry, but I can’t help you”, the pharmacist said, softening a little. “Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.”
The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does your brother need?” “I don’t know” Tess replied with her eyes welling up. “I just know he’s really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay for it so I want to use my money.” “How much do you have?” asked the man from Chicago. “One dollar and eleven cents” Tess answered back barely audible. “And it’s all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.” “Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A dollar and eleven cents—the exact price of a miracle for little brothers.” He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said, “Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the miracle you need.” That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neurosurgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. “That surgery,” her Mom whispered, “was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?” Tess smiled. She know exactly how much a miracle cost..one dollar and eleven cents..plus the faith of a little child.
In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need. A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.